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letra de loser at frienship 09.04.2015 - esempiem

[intro]
weird! (shut the f-ck up!)
ew! (f-ck are you?)
dumb-ss! (you sh-tting, b-tch?)
king julien! (i don’t mind that sh-t.)
what’s your problem? (sl-t, shut up!)
creep! (did i ask for nudes?)
boring! (i don’t have friends)

[verse 1]
peck at a baby and call him half-lady
make him believe, bullying’s fun
taking naked pics, and calling me the weird-o
the weird-o over here is a mo’f-cking sl-t
heard that you let your mans f-cking grope
nope, you ain’t even gonna get my respect
cuz you’re taking the job of the pros’
now, i’m just waiting for your nudes to be on p-rnhub
so, i can jerk. my friends can jerk
and call you a sl-t. ho, i’on give a f-ck
“b-b-but it isn’t m-m-my fault, piyal
f-ck him, my boyfrien’. lous-jea cuz i don’t suck him.”
you mean f-ck him, 16 no virgin?
e’rybody knows b-tch. he couldn’t f-ck ye
if you didn’t allow him. oh, sh-t…
i’ma lose friends like this, b-tch-b-tch

[hook]
(who?) loser at friendship
(who?) loser at friendship
(who?) loser at friendship
(who?) loser at friendship
(who?) loser at friendship
(who?) loser at friendship
(who?) loser at friendship
(who?) loser at friendship

[verse 2]
let’s address this sh-sh-t’s roots
play to k-g went pretty good. so, what happened?
saneless kids bullied me, bullied me
named me alien. am better than you, little b-tch!
better grades, and taller heights? i don’t give a
sh-t. maybe, you do. but i don’t even
care. because you are nothing- well, like- well like
meh. egoistic sixers and sending nudes
oh, so talking about p-ssy and b00bs, little- uh
toot. is totally normal?
so, i’m the per-er-er
vert. hypocrite b-tch!
we were i-no-cent
life was fun then…
i couldn’t catch up to your indulgence
intro-duced me to s-x
now, i’m the pervert
creep … weird dumb
nothing person-al
but i’ll make your insides out, b-tch

[verse 3]
ya wanna hear a story, kid?
hawdy ho!
i got beans, springs, pot-atoes
sit here beside me
this is prolly my f-cking
ninth life. i’on care
being a saber. being a sailor
in a cellar. play a cello
j’ai oublié. unuttum
being a slave-uh. female object
race is black. racist white
then, in a trench facing death
wait what is that i pull outta my jacket?
black’n’white photograph
maybe of my wife and daughter
then, a kaboom. bomb dropped!
god! i f-cking like
fighting, right? nice, nice
1. 9. 7. 1
liberation. f-cken war
ninth time dire die
d-ck in me rear
…
a f-cking pain the -ss
whiz kid must be bullied or else
who will force him to flee, lament
good feels comes when bullyin’ poor kids…
offend guys, kids, fools, misses, hejiras
dad’s indulgences, insecurities, anxiety
mom’s stupid ideas, expectations, panickings
so, my friends see me with a girl
jealous that i’m with a girl?
fighting for my life
fighting for my pride
fighting for nine-nine
fighting for my likings
my dreams and hopes means nothing to you?
my presence is-uh- absent to you?
my braveness is what well saved you…
cuz you couldn’t muster courage to-
funny it is. the male
understanding of females
toddlers think females infect…
now, they wanna impregnate
so, rishad, you like biggy b00bs?
f-cking child wants some milk. moo!
“d-ck size doesn’t matter.”
thank allah, it’s bangladesh
or else saad’ll stay single still
most y’all been never big- just f-cking rich
money b-tches chase… d-ck in the brain
love is absent here in dhaka. f-ck-a. f-ck-a
the last f-cking lie i told was that i pray
i may expose my crimes too much. but hey
at least i’m honest that i didn’t f-ck aunt may
ho, you smoke or vape, and not shy about s-x
oh, no, you are. not you tho ziki…
zahin, sonu, johnny, mongoose, rabbit, balloon-flies, slugs, baboons
i was friends with animals
they were friends with a cannibal
cuz, hiss! i spew venom
eat of your face, never knew who the f-ck you are
but spit it out cuz i can’t stomach crimson labelled poison
and this is still over your head. whoosh!
can’t compare to your car cuz i’m barely getting started
oh, you’re just to r-t-rded, autistic looking tanvir ahmed
burning the bridges the how i’ll start
cutting off people and moving on
you wanted a song? you got it!
god, it must be feeling t-t-to be called out in a song
oh, no, subah doesn’t public attention
pew! that’s how i shot neck
this time, i’m repeating my history
ripping a neck. blood dripping. leave it-it there. husband and wife
so, am i facing lawsuit for this?
well, music can alter moves and talk to you
and this one is threatening you life, what’ll you do?
i don’t think making a mia khalifa remake will save you
cuz if you become artist and use someone else
i’ma nail a hundred nails in that coffin and then
throw it 6 deep in the ground
the place where p-piyal rests at
you all k!lled him…
now, i’m born. adios, loser at friendship

- esempiem

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